It takes a village …

Our friend Stuart could be the sweetest person I know. He has a supernatural ability to divine whether an occasion merits a cup of tea or a stiff gin, he remembers birthdays, charms small children, sends puppies and kittens into paroxysms of joy just by his gentle presence. He’s also gloriously handsome, a quality he wears as carelessly as an old overcoat. Stuart’s always taking care of everyone else so we couldn’t let his 30th birthday pass by without, for once, taking care of him, fêting his fortuitous presence in our lives in a fittingly exuberant manner.Lady de B and I decided a few weeks ago that we would host a party for him in her garden. He’s Australian, so we thought a posh surf and turf barbecue would be appropriate, a late lunch starting at three o’clock. Simple.Lady de B and I spent days connected by the umbilical cord of telephone, email and Blackberry discussing the merits of raspberries over passion fruit, marinades or rubs, platters or bowls. We knew we couldn’t do it alone, so we called in the troops. Helder and Steve wired the garden for lights and sound; Kim sent over a restaurant’s worth of white china; Séan got up at 5am to collect flowers and fruit from New Covent Garden market; James spent Saturday morning blowing up inflatable kangaroos and hanging them from the trees along with enough flags and bunting to do an ocean liner proud; Paul ran around town collecting loaves, meringues and prawns; Sarah graciously served up lychee martinis and elastoplasts into the early hours; Alex and the beautiful seňoritas washed a mountain of dishes. We ate and drank and danced until three in the morning.And then, on Sunday, we did it all again. Ten of us assembled to tidy up and rehash the scandals of the night before. It was a beautiful day so we laid the table in the garden and served up a banquet of leftovers and gossip. By seven o’clock, as we sipped reviving glasses of Sauternes and spooned soft Valençay cheese onto slices of walnut bread, I think we all felt very lucky indeed, blessed in the friendships that have steered us through heartbreak and triumph to find us all together, sitting in the dappled sunshine on a Sunday afternoon in July.

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Love and a Licked Spoon is written by Debora Robertson, food writer, editor, enthusiastic kitchen botherer and optimistic planter of pretty and edible things. She lives in north London with her husband Séan, a dog, a cat and a mountain of cookbooks and seed catalogues. She is ideologically opposed to rectangular plates.
Her latest book, Declutter: The get-real guide to creating calm from chaos was published by Kyle Books in 2018.
Dogs' Dinners: The healthy, happy way to feed your dog was published by Pavillion Books in 2018.
Gifts from the Garden: 100 Gorgeous Homegrown Presents, was published by Kyle Books in 2012.
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Cookiepie – Thanks so much – it was all great fun.Linda – You are so right. It was tremendous fun to create a lovely party for someone we love – he loved it, and we took enormous pleasure in putting it all together for him, with everyone doing their bit.Karen – Bless your heart. Now, put down the books for a sec and get out into the sunshine!Claudia – Thank you, you made me smile!Miss Z – It was gorgeous to see you, oh queen of lushness.

Okay, not to press too fine a point, but since my birthday is July 14 (I'll pass for the de rigeur singing of The M. song), I will imagine that I am sitting in your garden, my size 12 feet dangling off some impossibly short park chair, and eating Eaton Mess. How do I love thee? Let me count the forks…

Sounds like a wonderful party. Isn't it great when everyone cares enough to chip in and help…it all adds to the fun in the long run. I had to read the menu twice. Once to find out what you served and the second time to savour the flavours in my imagination.Yum 😉

Epicurean's Market, Peachkins, Darina – Thank you!Mariana – Rats, Vegemite and Gruyere Gougeres would have been a wonderful hors d'oeuvre! I'll have to remember that for next time.Delighted to get your Aussie seal of approval for the rest of the menu though.Lady P – You know you I always have a spare spoon at my table for you, dear. Thanks for the Meme challenge and as for the adoring thing, it's absolutely mutual.Mum – As usual, you are so right!Scarlett – Absolutely, especially when two of those friends sharing the sunshine feast are D&B.Liz – You are so welcome, lovely one, and can I just say you rocked those pearls! Think of a few things you'd like to make and I'll be over quicker than you can say 'spoon'. Hope your ankle feels better.Catherine – He deserves all of this and more. He's our Aussie Angel. Agreed on leftovers, such a delicious treat.Avril – Aren't they though?Love and licked spoons to all, Dxxx

Good friends breed good friends and celebrations like this are am image of a web of friendship. This time it was the lovely Stuart at the centre, but it could be any one of you. That's the magic.My favourite photo is the party at night. Looks gorgeouswxx

Okay – I am WAY too late – but I have to tell you that I gave you an award/tagged you in a MEME game/all of the above, by this point, fill in the blank for me – will ya!? You can claim it, leave it, play or just bask in the knowledge that you rock my world and I adore you for it!

Alright then – where was the eleventh spoon, at the eleventh hour, as planned? I mean, in spirit, you know that I was there for the ole 30 handsome one' birthday bashI mean, it is wonderful that you had the Lady de B (I already like her mulitudes – the name says it ALL for me)oh mywhy must I live so far out of that zipcode of yours?

Oh you and your friends sound pretty sweet yourselves. How lovely of you to do that for your Aussie friend. I'll bet he appreciated it. I know I would!! A party in an English garden – gosh that sounds nice. I think you hit some key ingredients for an Aussie; prawns, passionfruit, beef, pavlova. Spot on. Together with blown up kangas and flags you almost covered everything. One thing tho. Who forgot the vegemite? Hehehe.